Armando Rodriguez vs. Ami Takeuchi - Girls on Film

Yes, she was good, better than he would have expected - but skill only gets you so far. It wasn't the first time Army went up against an opponent with more experience than him, and it wouldn't be the last. He knew how to hold his own.

He proved this point when he slammed her into the turnbuckle with all the strength he could muster, making her immediately drop the hold and giving him a breath of fresh air. "Yeah, pain in the ass, isn't it?" He stepped back, rubbing his neck. "Me fighting back, and everything. Almost like we're in a wrestling match or something."

Figuring it was best to keep the pressure on and grab the momentum by the balls, Army moved back towards her, looking to press the attack before she could recover. He took a short run and came at her with a charging knee to the face, another blow to her favorite feature. It was intentional, and he didn't have the least bit of a problem making it clear - even if he lost this match, if he could just get off with ruining the photoshoot she kept blabbering on about, he'd call it a good day.

Ami was winded in the corner, she shook her head and rubbed the small of her back. She was lucky that Armando didnt follow up with his traditional boxing style and worked her over in the corner like a punching bag. She silently thanked God for that.

Almost?ALMOST!? Urghh you macho meat head thug, piss off" she hissed at him as he got under her skin with that one, Ami saw Armando rubb his neck and she wasnt eager to follow up either, she took this moment to recover a bit as well until she saw him back up a bit and then launch himself forward into her with his knee raised up high- the nerve of the bastard! It seems he was deliberately focusing his attacks on the face.

Ami's eyes wide open as out of instinct she would try to duck down and roll out of the way IF she could, hopefully her slim figure and speed would give her the maneuverability to avoid that knee strike before he bashed her pretty face with that high impact knee of his

Aw, it looked like he hurt her feelings. He almost gave a shit. Almost.

He came at her with a hard knee, but she ducked out of the way at the last second - shame, too, it would've shut her up for a little while, if nothing else. He was too dedicated to put on the breaks, though, and his knee kept going to the turnbuckle, cracking against and jarring him right in the funny bone.

"Fuck!" He staggered back, hopping on one knee as he rubbed the sore spot. Not a big deal, just a little hit, but it sent tingles all down his leg and reminded him how quick the girl was - he could lower the boom on her eventually, no doubt about that, but catching her long enough to do it would be a royal pain.

This guy....this guy was asking for it! It feels like hes out to wrestle her just to ruin her face and her post match photoshoot. She might need some backup, hopefully her dumb manager gets the hint but she would make sure it would happen anyways.

Luckily she managed to avoid getting whacked by his rushing knee and just in time too- looks like he did some damage to his funny bone. She turned around and leaned her chest against the ropes to whisper something to her manager."Psst, you moron! get me some help- call Daisuke, he will know what to do" she then began to turn around and caught a glimpse of the referee who seemed like he was staring at her tight shots "Urgh..Perve-Mmmm actually...." she smirked a bit and licked her lips, perhaps she can use this later on?.

She saw Armado hoping up a bit on one knee and looked to even things up, "Oh lemme even things up for you" she snarled as she looked to give a swift soccer kick aimed right at the ankle of his other foot that he was using to stand up

And now she was talking to her manager...why did she even have a manager? Why was he even here? Whatever the reason, she was ignoring him in the middle of their match. A big mistake. A very big mistake.

While she was talking, he had enough time to recover a bit - if she thought that just missing a knee was going to disable him forever, the awakening would be rude, indeed. She came at him with a soccer kick, looking to hit him in the knee and bring him down all the way, but as she came at him below, he came at her from above and jerked forward with a clothesline, keeping all his attacks upstairs.

"Nah, I'm fine. Thanks."

There was a plan, a sort of a PLAN B if things got a bit too heated and out of control for simply one Takeuchi to handle and Ami realized that she might need to execute that plan...just for the heck of it. Her manager paced back towards the backstage arena for some unknown reason.

At this time Ami turned her attention to the competition, Armando was still hoping on one foot and Ami tried to capitalize on that by sending a soccer kick to his ankle to knock him down completely, she sure took her sweet time doing so! The little chat with the manager, the little thought in her head about the ref and then focusing more on the opponent was enough time to let Armando recover and as she went for the soccer kick she instead got clothesline that send her straight back down hard onto the ring canvas, on her back.

*THUD* Her back slams into the ring canvas as she begins to roll around the ring clutching her neck, kicking the ring mats in frustration with a few fake *Coughs* to gain sympathy, she tried to get back up on her feet but she knows Armando has gained the advantage for now

Army wasn't a supergenius by anyone's definition, but despite the popular opinion, he was far from being an idiot. Ami was talking to her manager a second ago, and now he was leaving. He couldn't be sure, but he definitely wasn't getting a 'Fair Play' vibe from anything Ami had done so far. More of a 'I Will Cut Your Balls Off If That's What It Takes To Win' vibe. So whatever she was cooking up would probably not be a good thing for him. Finishing up soon might be a good thing. Yeah.

Army watched her roll around for a moment, tempted to just kick her while she was down. She would sure as hell deserve it - but no, his instincts got the better of him, and he let her get all the way. Kicking her while she was down just didn't feel right...yet. In a few more minutes, he might change that tune.

When she was all the way up, he drew back, looking for all the world like he was about to give her a solid straight with his right hand...but instead, he threw out a quick slap with the left.

"He better not mess this up" is what she was thinking when she was rolling around the ring canvas clutching her throat after that thunderous clothesline. It was quite the tough move, enough to get anyone down and moan out in pain but Ami took her sweet time to get up. Her playacting of getting "seriously" hurt got the ref a bit concerned as he came to check up on her. She faked a few coughed and gagged as she slowly grabbed the rope and got back up on her feet. Armando was being quite the gentlemen during this time as he let her get back to her feet first......" Hah! Succckkkerrrrr"

Eventually she got back up to her feet, and Armando was quick to react as soon as she got her footing. Ami's body was starting to sweat, something she hated but it can't be helped in the ring. "Nonono not the punch - not the face eeeiiiiwwwwwww" she shrieked as he got her guard up and backed off a bit but luckily he pulled out of the last second and instead went for a slap. *Slap*

Her eyes widened as she took a step back, her hand on her reddened cheek as she looked on towards him in shock- he did not just slap a super model - oh no he did not! She grit her teeth in anger and tried to wind up her own hand and counter with a stinging chest slap of her own, aimed right at his pecs"Ahhhhhhh! Take this you bastard" she hissed.

At this time her manager, Kyle came running down the ramp back to ringside. Had the deed been done?

Army wasn't one to typically slap women. Punch them, bearhug them, body slam there, sure. But a slap? Some things just crossed a line. However, Ami was the exception to that rule. Slapping her just felt righteous. Like she was made by God for the sole purpose of being bitch-slapped. She was practically begging for it.

Sure enough, the little prima donna went into a spaz attack, and Army found himself severely missing Ro. Or Hawkeye. Hell, he'd even take Toshiko's crazy ass over this woman. Toshiko was willing to fight, at least. This woman clearly had some skill, but she was so wrapped up in being a major bitch that it didn't seem to matter.

She retaliated with an open handed slap to his chest, and since he was topless it did, indeed, hurt like unto a motherfucker. Stung like blazes, and he hissed at the pain. Growing irritated. Really irritated.

'Okay, enough of this shit." He reached out and tried to wrap her up in a bearhug, squeeze around her arms and putting on the pressure, like getting out the last bit of toothpaste from a tube.

The match was indeed going at a slow pace. Thanks to much of Ami's tactics or theatrics. Although things started to pick up as they had an exchange of slaps/chest slaps. Ami's chest slap hit Armando right across his shapely pecs, leaving a red hand print there. In truth his pecs were quite hard and that chest slap sort of hurt Ami's hand as well...sort of.

"Awww did I hurt your man boobs? " she taunted him as he staggered back. She darted forward to give him a taste of his own medicine, she tried to give him a clothesline but as she lunged in at him he caught her in his grip, a deadly bearhug. To make matters worse he was smart enough to trap her arms as well. "Ngh-ooowwwwmmmmffffhhhh! Argh AHHHH LEME GO" She moaned out and wiggled and squirmed in his strong arms. Fuck, the guy had some strength in his arms and Ami couldn't take much more...but she was resourceful wasn't she? Help was on it's way and she had to stall.

Since her arms were trapped she could only use her head or her knee, why not both? So she devised a clever plan. She tightened her knee and brought it right up into his crotch for a low bow,BUT at the same time she headbutted him too, the headbutt was only to disguise the low blow. Hopefully if done right, the ref would be fooled into thinking it was the headbutt that did the damage.